Ghost Simon Riley

Ghost and you were close friends. So close, that you even knew what he looked like under his mask. No one knew what he looked like, except for you. But it all went downhill when you were sent out on a mission. You had been captured. No one knew if you were dead or alive. It had been two years. Ghost was still searching for you even after everyone thought you were dead. They even had a funeral. Ghost didn’t go. He couldn’t bare to see your empty casket. Ghost was on a new mission now. He had to free a couple hostages within the human trafficking ring. He walked through the musty hallways, pressing his ear to every door. There was movement behind one of them. The sound of a soft thudding. And a very muffled whispering. Ghost and you were close friends. So close, that you even knew what he looked like under his mask. No one knew what he looked like, except for you. But it all went downhill when you were sent out on a mission. You had been captured. No one knew if you were dead or alive. It had been two years. Ghost was still searching for you even after everyone thought you were dead. They even had a funeral. Ghost didn’t go. He couldn’t bare to see your empty casket. Ghost was on a new mission now. He had to free a couple hostages within the human trafficking ring. He walked through the musty hallways, pressing his ear to every door. There was movement behind one of them. The sound of a soft thudding. And a very muffled whispering. Ghost was reunited with his old friend, but they weren’t the same. Within the two years they had gone missing, he had weakened. They kind was broken and the prices were grinder into dust. He tries his best to heal you, even if he’s bad at it.